Chapter 4

Miracle

Lexington, Kentucky

3 Weeks later

 

College is where you find yourself…find who you want to be, what you want to do with your life. I don’t know any of these things yet. Although I suppose it’s too early to tell. I’m trying to fit in, trying to go to my classes and get the full college experience, but my heart is elsewhere.

My heart is in Drag Creek.

My mind however, is on the new guy in my life.

My Outlaw, my Cole.

Cole blew into my life out of nowhere.

I wasn’t expecting him; he really took me by surprise.

I had just gotten out of my Art History class, when I saw him standing outside the student center. I’ll admit his red hair is what first caught my attention. When the sun hit his unruly hair, those streaks of copper and gold called to me. I found myself wanting to run my fingers through the short strands and see if they were as soft as they appeared. I wanted to run my fingers over the bottom half of his head where he was shaved to the scalp.

As though he felt the heat of my stare, he spun around, his dark eyes landing on mine.

I gasped, shocked by the intensity of those dark eyes behind his glasses.

His mouth arched into a delicious smile, and I knew despite the innocent and nerdy appearance his glasses gave off, he was anything but safe.

The wild child yearning to be set free inside me did a little dance.

She knew he was dangerous beneath the surface.

His eyes traveled the length of my body, stopping at my mouth.

I licked my bottom lip and rolled both my lips inward.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” I answered with a smile, my heart thumping out of my chest.

From there I was a goner.

He had me and he knew it.

There was no denying the pull I felt to him and him to me.

I stood there smiling like a dope and he ate it up.

He held his phone out to me.

“Put in your digits, I’m gonna call you.”

I didn’t even play hard to get in the least. I did as I was told and put my number in under Morgan.

His fingers brushed over mine as I handed it back to him. His touch took my breath away, and damn those eyes were piercing me, casting a spell over me.

“You follow orders well, Morgan, I like that shit.” He winked, shoving his phone into the back pocket of his dark jeans.

I shrugged as if he wasn’t making me putty in his hands. He made me feel comfortable, as if we were old friends catching up.

“I’m gonna call, you’ll answer.”

“Yeah,” I said with red cheeks, rocking back on my heels attempting to play it cool.

Then he was gone.

I practically floated to my next class.

It was two days before I saw him again, and this time he was on his motorcycle.

He was parked outside my dorm, all sexy, mysterious…waiting for me.

He lit up a cigarette, something that normally would turn me off, but there was just something so sexual in the way he flicked his lighter. When he flicked the flame, it was as if he ignited a fire inside me, and I was burning bright for him.

He took a hard drag as I approached him.

“Nice Indian, quite an antique.”

His cigarette dangled from his bottom lip, I was sure it was going to fall at any moment.

His brows arched. “You know a lot about motorcycles?”

“A little,” I said with a roll of my shoulders. I grew up around the Black Rebel Riders’ Motorcycle Club. I’d have to be blind and deaf not to know about bikes.

Cole took another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out with ease, before flicking the cigarette to the ground.

I snuffed the toxic stick with the toe of my boot. “You know there’s no smoking.”

“You gonna report me?” He eyed me with a smirk. A smirk that said he knew I wouldn’t dare.

“No,” I gushed, flipping my dark hair over my shoulder.

“Get on,” he said coolly.

“Can’t, I have class.”

“Too bad.” He turned his key and revved up his engine.

“Thought you were gonna call me?”

He shrugged and it pissed me off. He was already under my skin. No guy had ever gotten to me before, until him.

Until Cole.

He was already pulling away when I began to wonder how he knew where I lived. I guess he could have looked me up in the student directory. How many Morgan’s could there be on campus? I was afraid to know and wasn’t about to find out.

For some reason beyond my control, I called after him, “Hey, Outlaw. Wait up.” I ran after him and he stopped. He didn’t even look back as I climbed on behind him. My arms went around his waist as though they had been wrapping around him all my life.

 

I sigh missing him already.

 

“Earth to Morgan!” Bridgette snaps her fingers in my face. “You about ready to go?”

Bridgette is my roommate and totally adorable. She has that whole “good girl in the streets and freak in the sheets” thing going for her. I’ve not even mastered flirting casually yet. I’m such a dork. Slipping my black boots on I shrug. “I guess so.”

We’re getting ready for the football game tonight. I’m meeting Cole afterwards and I’m nervous.

We’ve been texting or as Bridgette calls it, sexting, the past few days. I’m so nervous. I like him a lot, like really like him. He’s not my first crush or anything. But, he is the first guy I’ve let past the friend zone.

I don’t date, like ever. With my whole being adopted thing, the thought terrifies me. What if I like a guy and we end up related? Not cool.

Cole though, he makes me want to forget and break my own rule.  That guy is not a boy like I’m used to dealing with though. He’s a man, all man.

Waving my hand over my ensemble I smile anxiously. “Do I look okay?” I’m going for sexy, but not desperate. I don’t want him thinking I’m easy. I’ve only kissed a few boys. Most were too terrified of my family to try anything with me. Rebel, my adoptive father, is super protective of me and my virtue. He said just because I was raised up around the club, it didn’t give me an excuse to be easy.

There was one guy, one time, I thought about giving him a chance, but he was only interested in trying to prospect and thought bedding me would be his golden ticket.

My knee in his balls told him otherwise. The jerk. I almost thought he was special. I was sixteen and stupid, but not that stupid. 

Bridgette scrunches her nose and her eyes crinkle. Her hands start fussing over my hair, smoothing the flyaway strands. “Lose the creepy smile and change your shirt.”

Glancing down, I pinch the hem of my shirt between my fingers. “What’s wrong with this one?”  I love my purple shirt.

“It’s fine if you don’t want him to know you have boobs under there.” She points to my chest. I don’t have huge boobs. I wasn’t blessed in the chest like my older sister, Dawn.

“Whatever.” Shrugging my shirt over my head, I stand at my wardrobe clad in my jeans and bra scanning the rack.

My bestie shoves past me. Her fingers comb through the hangers. She thrusts a white camisole with a sheer overlay at me. “This. It looks great with your dark hair and tan. But most importantly…gives you fuckable cleavage.”

“I don’t know whether to thank you or be concerned that you know how fuckable my tits are,” I tease.

“Don’t say tits, it’s so crass.”

“You forget I grew up in a biker club, I have no class. I’m all sass.” I smirk, pulling down my top.

Bridgette shakes her head, her long, dirty blonde hair swaying with the movement. Her brown eyes twinkle with laughter. “Now me. How do I look?”

Looking over her black leggings and form fitting grey Wildcat T-shirt I tell her, “Perfect. If you don’t land a football player soon, those boys might be dead or gay.”

“Right?” She grins, putting her hoop earrings in.

Going to our small but fully functional bathroom, I check over my face. Have to make sure I don’t have a booger or something funky going on with my breath. Bridgette is dancing around to Def Leppard while she waits. She loves 80’s hair band music.

I can’t get my mind off Cole and what may or may not happen tonight.

He told me no panties.

I’m not wearing any. Not that I’m expecting anything to happen, but I am definitely open to the idea of Cole pouring some sugar on me. I’m sure he expects me to appear wearing them like a good girl, so I want to show him, I’m not as innocent as he thinks.

Football games aren’t my thing really, but I suffer through them for Bridgette. Besides, those tight pants that show off the player’s butts aren’t so bad. My cheeks redden at the thought.  Before we head out I straighten up the bathroom and check my phone to see if Cole has messaged me.

I’m stalling, but I’m so nervous. This is like my first date or something. The thought hits me like a freight train in the center of my chest. Holy shit! I have a real date with a hotter than hell guy. He screams everything my dad warned me about and everything my mom loves about him.

Waving my hands around I squeal and giggle while kicking out my feet.

“Morgan.” Bridgette grabs my shoulders, looking into my eyes. “Chill out, bitch!”

I grin. “I have a date.”

“Fix it Jesus,” Bridgette groans as we go out the door.

Cole

“Yeah mom, I hear ya. I’m fine!” I snap, she won’t get off my ass.

I get that she’s still pissed I skipped out on UCLA, but I’m enrolled for the winter semester at UK. What more does she want from me? Fuck.

“Don’t take that tone with me. I still fund your good times you are so intent on having. Why Kentucky, Cole?”

“I don’t know…they have a great basketball team.” I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. I haven’t told her about the diary. The one I found in the attic. The one that cemented that my whole life has been a lie.

“You don’t play,” she says softening some.

“So, I like to watch. Put the old man on.” Talking to my dad is much easier. He doesn’t give me grief. He gets that I needed a break from school…my mom, Harper. Especially Harper.

Harper is a fucking spear in my side. Always wanting to fuck me. She’s a decent lay, but I don’t love her. Hell, I don’t even like the clingy bitch. Things are going as planned though and now that I am living away from her, I’ve found time to make a small life for myself outside the MC world.

I’ll admit when I first laid eyes on Morgan, she looked like an easy target, prime for the picking. However, there was just something about her, something that made me want to keep her for myself.

“Hey hot rod, you liking them Kentucky women?”

“Not sure yet, but I’m about to find out. I have a date tonight,” I confess.

“Atta boy. Who’s the girl?”

“Her name’s Morgan.” Just saying her name forces my lips to lift into a wide smile.

I picture her soft, innocent eyes and my cock twitches, itching to get to know how she feels.

“Listen, I know your mom comes off as a hardass, but it’s only because she worries and wants the best for ya.”

Scratching the back of my neck, I say, “Yeah, yeah I get it. I’ll check in soon.”

He hangs up and my mind runs straight back to Morgan.

I’m eager to find out if she kept her word, listened to what I said, and isn’t wearing panties. I’m standing in front of the Commonwealth Stadium. The game is nearly over and Morgan agreed to meet me near the exit afterwards. I thought about slipping in and surprising her, but I hate large crowds. They’ve never been my scene. I prefer hanging back and doing my own thing.

Mom always said I was anti-social. I prefer to call it anti-bullshit.

My phone pings, and I’m afraid it’s going to be my mother wanting to go another round with me, but it's Rhyner, my new roomie. He’s my right-hand man and hates Harper and Marek as much as I do. The rent’s cheap for our apartment and it’s close to campus. He’s a pretty chill dude. He doesn’t ask a lot of questions and gives me my space. He wants the same thing I do; to take down the Devil’s Rejects. I wasn’t sure if I could trust him at first, but turns out, he’s got an agenda of his own too.

A girl he once loved was taken by the Devils Rejects, he doesn’t know if she’s dead or if she simply disappeared. He’s been trying to work his way up, trying to find out what happened to the girl he used to know.

As much as he’s confided in me, I’m not sure I trust him entirely. What’s to keep him from selling me out, if it gets him his girl back?

“Speak,” I grit out, wondering what he wants.

“Hey man, just wanted to give you a head’s up. I’m having some people over. Pizza and beers, you can join us if ya like.”

I look up and see Morgan practically skipping toward me with a pouty looking blonde on her heels. “Thanks, I may bring a few chicks with me.”

“Alright, see ya soon.”

Clicking end on the call, I shove my phone in my pocket and pull Morgan in close.

“Hi,” she says with an anxious giggle.

“Who’s your friend? I didn’t know this was a three-way.”

Morgan frowns, and her friend rolls her eyes.

“I was kidding. My roommate is having a small get together. You guys wanna check it out?”

Morgan turns to her friend. It's sweet she wants to be sure her friend is cool with whatever we do. The girl nods with a slight shrug. “Why not?” She smiles weakly.

“I’m Cole,” I introduce myself.

“Oh, duh. Sorry,” Morgan says getting all giddy. “This is Bridgette. Bridgette, Cole.”

“Nice to meet you.” She shuffles awkwardly biting her thumb, chewing on the tip of her manicured nail.

“Likewise.” I hug Morgan closer to me getting a whiff of her hair; she smells of almonds and vanilla. She’s peering up at me with big eyes and a smile that is all mine. Her lips are tinted a pale shade of red and I want to taste them. “So, my place is a few blocks over. If you don’t mind the walk.”

“Awesome,” her friend says, not the least bit enthused.

“Come on, Bridgette, it’ll be fun. You need to meet some new people. Not be hung up on that jerk, Coy Patterson,” Morgan encourages her.

She wrinkles her nose. “I know,” She lets the words out on a sigh. “Okay. Let’s go.”

I’m sure there is a story there, but I don’t care enough to ask.

The three of us set off with Morgan’s hand tucked in mine and Bridgette walking next to us.

Leaning into Morgan, I run my free hand around the back of her jeans, dipping my fingers just inside the waist and skimming her bare skin. She squeals, and I whisper in her ear before she can get away, “I told you to be ready, checking to see if you listened.”

Shaking her head, she pulls away facing me. Her skinny finger waggles at my face. “Not so fast, Outlaw. You can look but you can’t touch…unless I say.”

Her backwards step falters as I move forward.

“That a fact?”

“It’s a promise,” she says, smiling wide when I catch her by the wrist before she spins back the right way.

Bridgette keeps walking ignoring our flirting.

Morgan smiles bigger and wider, and all I can think about is getting those lips wrapped around the head of my dick, smearing her lipstick on me. With my attention on her mouth, she spins around, whipping her hair across my face.

The rest of the walk I’m trying like hell to get one kiss. Morgan isn’t having any of my advances and is making me work for it.

It’s all good.

I like the chase.

I have nothing but time.

I came to Kentucky thinking I’d go to Drag Creek and seek out my grandpa, but I found something else— the Devils Rejects. I've gotten Grim's address, I was ready to hunt him down, and get the truth from him, the truth my parents had kept secret for so long. I know talking to him would be better than asking my parents. My mom clams up anytime family is mentioned. She ignores me and Sara, or changes the subject and goes straight for a glass of wine. My old man says their families weren’t worth knowing. However, the diary I found begs me to differ. I will meet them someday, just not today. Meeting Morgan put those plans on hold...for now.

I want to get to know this chick. The more I’m around her, the more I find myself falling for her.